The Day the Music Died

The Doctor looked down sheepishly. His loony grin
was gone. The glint in his eye had disappeared. The sparkle had gone from his
pinstripe suit.

"Guilty," came the verdict from the jury's
representative.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

The Doctor
was guilty. Yes, the Doctor was guilty. Guilty of sex crimes against minors. The
Tenth Doctor, the Jimmy Saville incarnation. the Gary Glitter of Time Lords. And
it was all due to some brilliant detective work by Sexy Voord that he got
caught. He looked up briefly and saw a young bow tied figure looking at him,
shaking his head. The Tenth Doctor couldn't meet his gaze and looked away in
shame. The judge rambled on about the heinous nature of the Doctor's actions,
but he stopped listening. This was the worst moment in his life. All too soon,
he was being led away. As he was being ushered out of a side door he allowed
himself one last glimpse back into the public gallery. An old, battle-worn man
captured his attention. It was the incarnation he tried to forget. But the
Doctor reflected, his actions were worse than his predecessor's.

"I told
you not to point it," shouted the War Doctor.

The Tenth Doctor turned
away and left the courtroom. He'd be in jail for a long time.

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